This is a song about "Happy thougts"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Remember when we went to happy times

And do i need to mention when

And i'm happy once again

So happy that you're tearing

Why not me the same thing

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

They thought i was happy, bubbly and weird

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

An happy home, that's my fantasy